Where is my dove?
My most gentle dove,
I have been in want of
You, like a restless
Sheep in search of
Water, see how still
She strikes me, like
A listening deer caught
By The wind she strikes
Me, in your
Bosom I have find
Peace, and freshness
My flesh has grown
Faint with wanting,
And longing for you,
Your looks twist the
Strings of my heart,
That they turned my
Mind with love for
You, yet like a little
Lily among thorny
Weeds she strikes me,
Her blistering is as
The blazing of
Marbles, my heart burns
Like fire in the night
When with you, lips
So ripe like the berries
Of the world, yet a rose
You are, eyes bright, and
Blue as the sea of the
Sky' yet the gentleness
Of the rivers flows in
Your heart, fly to me, and
across the mountains
Let's climb high and
Grab it good tiding's
Where nature's peace will
Flow, and follow us forever
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